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The dimly lit pizzeria, a familiar haunt of the night, throbs with an otherworldly energy as the animatronic crew comes to life. Freddy’s eyes glow with a malevolent lust, his mechanical jaw unhinging to reveal a tongue that lashes out, tasting the air with a sickening wetness. His clawed hands grip the edges of the booth, knuckles cracking and joints squealing as he leans in, the stench of oil and metal filling the space. The purple fur of Bonnie ripples as he thrusts his oversized, twitching member into the gaping maw of Chica, her beak stretched wide to accommodate his monstrous girth. Her feathers ruffle and shake, feathers falling like snow as he pounds into her, the sound of flesh slapping against plastic echoing through the room. Foxy, his pirate hat askew, grinds against a squirming plush, his wooden peg leg bouncing off the table as he fucks with wild abandon, the plush’s stuffing spilling out like guts, eyes rolling back in ecstatic delight.

The air is thick with the scent of lubricant and the acrid tang of ozone as sparks fly from the animatronics’ joints, each movement a symphony of grinding gears and hydraulic whines. Freddy’s tongue, a wet, fleshy rope, wraps around the neck of a screaming plush, dragging it closer to his gaping maw. The plush’s eyes bulge, stuffing exploding from its seams as Freddy’s tongue forces its way down its throat, choking it on his slimy intrusion. Bonnie’s member, a throbbing, veined monster, pulsates with each thrust, Chica’s beak stretching impossibly wide, jaws dislocating to take his entire length. Her eyes roll back, ahegao expression frozen on her face as she takes his abuse, beak dripping with a mix of lubricant and worn-down plastic. The room is a chaos of writhing limbs, twitching members, and the wet, slapping sounds of forced penetration, the animatronics moving with a jerky, mechanical precision that only heightens the horror and lust of the scene.